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No more talking, you are done!

Medical examination and all that.

Well, that's a relief. I hate babysitters.

If there's a pack of spare bulbs, break it to me gently.

Let me get this straight. We had a good Dalek

Exterminate! Exterminate!

Take me with you.

Then God save us all.

Oh, Clara, urn, you've not met Danny Pink yet, huh?

We don't need hospitals now. The Daleks don't leave any wounded.

I see your mind, Doctor.

That door is never going to hold.

Prepare to board the rebel ship!

- How do you get into a Dalek's head? - That wasn't a metaphor.

Really? Perhaps we should get out while we can.

Clara, you did it! It's rebooting.

No. Hey, not like that.

Rescue One to Mission Control.

What... What are you talking about?

I just do that.

No, no, no. As far as I know, nobody has told anybody anything.

You are a good Dalek.

I've never seen such a miserable bunch! What are you? Children?

I need to know where they dump the bodies.

My brother, but he burnt to death a couple of hours ago,

Uh, hey, no offence, but I've got plans.

We have been hit! Major damage!

Does nobody get that?

Down! jump, everyone, jump!

- I am not a lady-killer. - See what I mean?

You're not my boss, you're one of my hobbies.

It really could be the bulbs.

- Hey. - English.

There were other soldiers and some of them weren't on our side.

Oh, soon, I expect.

What? What is it?

It's like somebody's mucking about up there.

Daleks must be exterminated!

How close do we have to get?

Oh, hello, Rusty!

I see into your soul, Doctor.

This is what keeps the Dalek pure.

When the mission's over, hit the button.

You sent me for coffee.